I also remember all the words to the alma mater song of McMurray Junior High.
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** High School
** High School
Tender memories true
Linger o'er us ever near us
With each thought of you.

I did, too! :roflmao:

Scotz, that's almost half way through the poem.

IF we shadows have offended
Think but this and all is mended
That you have but slumber'd here
While these visions did appear.

And yes, I remember the whole soliliquy

I also remmeber about 90% of Tennyson's Ulysses "Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will/To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield."


Oh! And How about....

My Very Energetic Mother Just Sold Us Nine ...(erm) ... Pizzas

My Very Energetic Mother Just Served Us Nachos ;) new school :p

I thought he said something you learned 'FOR SCHOOL'.

Quis? ... ego!

Et tu, brute?

Gallia est omnis divisa in partes tres...

I went to a Catholic grade school (not Catholic, though) and subsequently went on Christian summer camp sessions during Augusts. I learned some silly, nonsensical (and useless for me now) Christian-based campfire songs that I am now recalling verbatim as they were drilled into my brain by the counselors and counselors-in-training, ad infinitum.

To repeat them here would serve no great purpose, save it to know that every refrain ended in "...so let's all praise the Lord," followed by something silly that was supposed to make us kids laugh.

In occupandis praesidiis, magna vi uterque nitebatur.

Damn those ancient Italians.

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It was a vivid example of how rapidly language changes! When I attended Lushoto School, if someone had something he wished to give away, he shouted "Quiz?". The first one to say “Echo” could have it.

As an aside, since these transactions were between boarding school boys, this could lead to somewhat undesirable items “Quiz-ed”.

OK, in and of itself a quaint custom. Many years later, my brother mentioned in passing that he was reading a novel by Somerset Maugham (perhaps not), and in it there is a scene set in Oxford where one of the students held up his clenched fist, announced ‘Quis?’, and another said ‘Ego’.

It was only then that I recognized that I and the other students at had been obliviously chanting a corrupt Latin! I have been sold on the plastic and mutable nature of natural languages ever since.

Jseal, that's so cool!!! Thanks to the latin context, I immediately guessed what was going on.....the mutability of linguistics is cool. Something else I'd like to study in my lifetime. :D

lol all i remember about high school is how to get past the lunch "gaurds" in the parkinglot as i was leaving!! i skipped more school than i EVER made it to, i wish to god i was being sarcastic cuz i did infact graduate with an A average, u think if id applied myself i cud be making more than 8 an hour???

Do tell? I seem to remember there being a good deal more to the poem, like at least a full page in the book...anyway, old Lew Carroll was a damn fine writer for being a druggie and a part-time child molester as well...